"Hehehehehehe..."
A burst of wild laughter suddenly rang out, followed by a voice arrogant beyond measure:
"Brother Ying and my cousin have brought reinforcements! You fools who don't know whether to live or die are finished this time!
Stay right where you are! If any of you bastards dare run, I'll make you bite off more than you can chew later!"
The speaker was none other than Yang Fanyuan. He seemed like a completely different person now, his face savage as he waved his wooden club with brazen contempt and roared at the crowd before him.
He had actually forgotten all about the blood streaming from his forehead, as though those injuries meant nothing to him.
Faced with Yang Fanyuan's vicious threats, the people present were not frightened. Instead, their fighting spirit burned even fiercer.
Lu Shen glared with eyes wide and roared furiously, **"Hmph! Stop trying to scare us!
So you've got a few hundred more people. What's so impressive about that?
Brothers, don't be afraid of them! There are over six thousand of us! Attack together and beat the hell out of them!
If we defeat them, that'll free up dozens more places in the top hundred! Come on, everyone! Charge with me!"**
With Lu Shen's impassioned rallying cry, the somewhat tense atmosphere instantly turned feverish.
All the disciples acted as though they had been injected with chicken blood, wildly worked up as they roared and swarmed toward the other side.
After all, to these disciples, everything besides making the top hundred was nothing but passing clouds.
Seeing the scene descend into utter chaos, Jiang Zhiqing could not help drawing a deep breath.
She had never imagined things would reach this point.
Fortunately, just then, her many followers arrived one after another, three hundred strong.
Jiang Zhiqing